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Player Retired

By: SW_MO_Hermit



Once again I have to thank my editor "wires" for his assistance. This time he went above and beyond the call of duty in his assistance. I could not believe how much better this story was when he returned it to me. I am a typical author though and i made some changes after he returned it. As always, the errors are mine. Thank you wires.

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Dave Stebbins came home from school Thursday afternoon like he always did. He was tired and bored, anxious to get home and do something fun for a change. Like the great majority of young men from households in the U.S., he tolerated school. He had the potential of being a good student but school, learning, and the way the teachers presented the subject matter did not excite him. As a result he did the bare minimum to get by. His parents were of hardworking stock, but both his father and mother had stopped their education when they graduated high school. His mother worked in a local diner as she had since her high school days. His father had gone into the Army right out of high school and been trained as a diesel engine mechanic. After he got out he got a good job working at a car dealership and he had been there ever since.

Dave's grandparents had been farmers all their lives. Their house and farm was on the edge of a small town about eight miles from the larger town he and his parents lived in. Dave had spent many happy visits with them in his younger years. In fact, he still spent a lot of his days during the summer on what remained of the old family farm. His grandfather was 68 now so only did a small amount of work on the land—more as a hobby to keep away boredom than for a living.

When Dave drove his old, beat up, F150 down the street his house was on he saw several cars and vans parked in front of his home. He was forced to park his truck almost at the end of the block because of all the vehicles. He angrily walked the half block home and into his house. When he got there he saw many of his relatives standing around talking quietly and drinking everything from coffee or ice tea through beer and up to the hard stuff. His grandmother was sitting in the chair she usually used when she came to visit. She was bent slightly forward and her shoulders were shaking as she cried quietly. Her skin was pale and her eyes were red.

Dave's mother looked up when she heard the door open. She set her glass of wine down and moved to Dave. He had just opened his mouth to ask what was going on when she said, "Dave, Honey, grandfather Ben passed away this morning. He was sitting in the coffee shop with his friends like he normally does in the morning and just keeled over from a massive heart attack. Why don't you put your books in your room and come back down to be with the rest of the family."

Dave felt like the world had just slammed him in the face. His stomach clenched up tightly. He just stood there for a moment, unable to comprehend the enormity of his mother's statement. Gramps was gone? How could that be? He talked to him just yesterday and he was fine. They were best friends. They hunted and fished together. They were going fishing this weekend and now he was gone. They would never fish together again, never look at a beautiful woman and make ribald comments to each other again. 

The next week went by slowly as family members arrived in town. Finally the funeral was held and life slowly went on. Grandma moved into Dave's home with him and his parents because his father didn't want her living alone in her grief. He felt it would be much too easy for her to slip into deadly depression. Two weeks later Gramps will was read. He willed his old house and twenty acres to Dave. The rest of the land went to Dave's father. Dave's grandmother, Millie, got what was called Dowry Rights to the house and land. That meant she was allowed to live in the house and receive all the income from the land until she also passed away. If she left the house before she died she could receive any rental income it generated.

Dave graduated high school that May and found a job for the car dealer where his father worked. He was what was called a lot boy. He ran errands, washed and detailed cars, and performed other duties as required. The owner of the dealership always tried to help out the children of his employees and Dave was no exception. 

Dave didn't have any great desire to learn any type of trade. He was like many young people and had no idea what type of work he wanted to do now that he was out of school. Dave's only real passion in life was to hang around with his friends, chase pussy and party. His job at the dealership generated enough money for that. Since many of his friends were furthering their education, he also decided to try and go to college, at least until he found out what he wanted to do with his life. Neither he nor his parents could afford tuition, room, and board at a four year University so he did what many of his peers did. He went to the local community college, a two year institution where he could obtain a two year Associates Degree. It would be easier for him to try several different career possibilities at the community college compared to a full university. Any credits he earned could be transferred to a full university when or if he decided to take that path and obtain a bachelor's degree. 

Just before Christmas Millie died. It wasn't unexpected as she wasn't in the best of health and, despite living with Dave and his parents she missed Ben and was terribly lonely. In February of the next year his father and mother decided to sell their share of the farm and their house in town and move to sunny Florida. Dave was not invited to accompany them. It was just assumed he was now an adult and on his own. He moved into his grandparent's old home, now his home. He worked part time while he attended college.

Finances were tight for Dave. He scrimped and saved but he was rapidly running out of money. He and some of his friends were complaining about finances one day when one of them looked at Dave and asked a question that started Dave on the road to financial security. "Dave I know several guys who are renting rooms or small apartments from people while they go to college. You have that huge house in Titusville and only use part of the downstairs. Why don't you rent rooms to people or even turn the rest of the building into apartments and rent them? Hell, I pay $435 a month for a little efficiency apartment now. You could make at least four apartments out of your old house and still keep the entire downstairs for yourself. That would be a cool $1740 a month income for you. Man, you'd be on easy street."

Dave sat and stared at his friend. "I never thought of something like that. Don't guess it matters though. I don't have the money to do it."

One of his other friends spoke up. He said, "Hell, man, just rent some bedrooms to people until you get some money ahead then convert one apartment. Rent it and use that money to do another one and so forth. It might take you a while but you could do it. Heck, my dad is a contractor and I used to help him. I learned a lot about the building trade. Let me stay with you for free and I'll help with the work. Man, you can't lose."

Dave and his friend, Pete Thurgood, began work the next week. Pete and Dave had gone to school together since 7th grade and were best buddies. Pete moved into one of the rooms on the first floor of the old house with Dave. Dave decided to keep the whole downstairs first floor for himself. They rented the bedrooms in the third floor to other people they knew in college and to a couple of Hispanics working in the packing plants in the nearby large city. Before the summer was over they had two nice two bedroom apartments on the second floor. To Dave's surprise he rented them to married college students for $450 per month each. He was in the money!

The next room they completed was a small efficiency apartment in what used to be the attic. It only rented for $300 per month but that was almost like found money for Dave. He had not even planned to use that space until Pete talked him into it.

By the time the next summer rolled around Dave had converted all the rooms to apartments. He now had 4 one bedroom apartments and the small one in the attic plus the whole downstairs in which he lived. He was taking in $2100 per month on his house. Life was good.

Dave finished his two year degree at the local community college and was at a loss as to what he wanted to do with his life now. He didn't have enough education for a good white collar job. His advisor at the junior college tried to get him to declare a major and take his few optional classes in a specific field but Dave just had no serious interests in any particular area. Finally he obtained his AA degree in General Studies. As many of you know a degree in General Studies is worthless as tits on a boar hog but he did obtain his two year degree. Dave had no training for skilled work such as being a mechanic, computer repair, or so forth, so ended up once again in the job market with very minimal marketable skills. He had no training at all That would get him a decent job, as he found out. He really didn't want to move to the city and continue with his college education, either. Like many young men and women he hung out with his peers in local arcades, pool halls, and other teen hang outs when he wasn't working at the car lot. He came into contact with an Army Recruiter and fell for his sales pitch. Before he knew it, Dave was in the Army and headed for Basic Training at Ft. Leonard Wood, MO.

Just before he left home Dave signed a contract hiring Pete to be his representative and manage his home rental for him while he was gone. His pay was to be 10% of the income for the place plus personal use of Dave's downstairs apartment. The contract specifically stated that upon Dave's return it would be automatically cancelled unless both parties agreed otherwise. Pete was to be due payment for the full month of Dave's return and nothing thereafter. The contract could be terminated at other times with thirty days written notice by either party.

Like clockwork Dave received his rental money from Pete. He rapidly quit thinking about his home in Titusville and turned all his attention to his Army Duties. After Basic Training he was selected to be trained as a Mechanic. He found he had a natural aptitude for the work and excelled in his studies. After he finished his Advanced Individual Training Dave was sent to his first unit and shortly thereafter to his first overseas deployment in Iraq. The next three years flew by. Dave gained skill as a mechanic and learned many things about himself and life in general. He learned he did not want to be a soldier all his life and that he did not get the same enjoyment from working on engines that his father had even though the work came easy for him.

After his four year enlistment was over Dave mustered out of the Army as a Sergeant E5 and returned home to Titusville. He still had his old truck and decided to take his time driving home in it. After he had a good start on his trip and had a good idea of when he should get home, he e-mailed his friend Pete to let him know he was coming. In his e-mail he told him his estimated arrival date and that he would be moving back into his home and would once again take over the management of the rentals. He told Pete he would want to move back into his apartment immediately. He also told Pete he could stay there until he found something for himself. He got no reply.

Dave tried to call Pete several times and still could not manage to connect with him. He left messages on his phone. Still no reply. Late on a Friday evening Dave pulled into Titusville. He slowly drove down the main drag looking over his old home town. Things had changed slightly yet they seemed the same. There was still a group of kids hanging around the pool hall and drive in laughing and talking too loud, sneaking to their cars for an illicit drink of liquor or beer. Dave smiled to himself and wondered if they thought they were fooling people like he and his friends had when he was their age.

When Dave came to the end of the block he made a U turn and returned to the drive in. He pulled up in front of it and walked inside. The smell made his mouth water. He wondered if their burgers were as good as they had been four years ago. He moved to a table and when the waitress came bouncing up he ordered a burger, onion rings and large coke.

While his supper was cooking Dave leaned back and looked around. He didn't recognize any of the people there, but he wasn't surprised. Most of them were in junior high or high school when he left home. Dave heard someone walk up to his table and saw them set his meal in front of him. He was starting to look up and thank them when he heard, "Dave? I didn't know you were back. It's good to see you. How have you been?"

Dave knew that voice. He smiled and jumped to his feet. He stood up, and grabbed the gray haired lady in a tight hug. He stepped back and said, "Mrs. Thurgood! How are you? It's great to see you. I just drove into town a few minutes ago. This is my first stop."

"Why are you working here, though? How are Max and Pete? I told Pete I was coming home. I can't believe he didn't tell you."

The woman looked upset and lowered her gaze. She said, "Max and I got a divorce a couple years ago, Dave. I don't see Pete much since you let him turn your house into... NO! I won't go there. It's your property and your decision, but I just can't believe you would do something like that. Your grandparent's must be rolling over in their graves."

"What do you mean, Mrs. Thurgood? What's wrong with renting apartments to people? It makes me some good money and provides them with a reasonably priced place to live. I'm going to move back into my apartment in the house now that I'm back. I e-mailed Pete and told him he could stay there until he found a place though. Do you know where he is? I'm really tired and when I finish supper I need to get home and catch some Z's."

Mrs. Thurgood looked at Dave sharply and frowned. "Dave, you, Dave, how do you think you can live in that little office?"

Dave sat down and looked up at the older woman. "I don't intend to live in my office. I'll move back into the apartment and bedroom I had before I went into the army. Why are you looking so strange?"

"Dave, I think there's something going on you don't know about. You didn't know Pete turned your house into a Cantina and Mexican Restaurant did you? Most of us in town think some of the young ladies running around your old place aren't-=" Mrs. Thurgood blushed slightly, then continued, "I mean, some of the men go there for things other than a beer or meals."

Dave sat there in shock. He didn't want to believe what he just heard but it must be true. Not only did Mrs. Thurgood have no reason to lie, but she knew all he had to do was go to his home and see for himself. If she was lying he could see it immediately. Without thinking about what he was doing Dave began eating his meal. It smelled wonderful but he really didn't taste it. His mind was occupied with what he had just been told. He never even saw Mrs. Thurgood walk off. If she was right Dave didn't have anywhere to sleep. Also, if she was right what was he going to do about it? This was probably why Pete never returned his e-mail or phone calls.

After Dave finished his supper he paid his bill and returned to his truck. He drove the remaining distance to his house slowly. He stopped in what was once his front yard, but was now a parking lot. There were lights on the porch and beer signs in the front windows. He heard loud Hispanic music coming from the building. There were loud raucous conversations going on inside and several groups of men and a few women standing around outside drinking and laughing. Some of the women were allowing the men to be very friendly with them.

Dave sat in his truck for a moment then got out and walked slowly toward his house. As he approached the porch those talking on it stopped and watched him. He moved in a bubble of silence as he progressed toward the building. Dave was a stranger and his presence made them wonder. Almost everyone was Hispanic, but there were a few whites in the crowd also.

Dave walked onto the porch, opened the front door, and stepped into what was once his living room. The bubble of silence followed him. There were tables everywhere in what had been the living room and dining room and was now one large room. There was a small bar to one side. Dave's mouth watered from the smells of cooking wafting in from the kitchen in spite of just finishing a burger ten minutes earlier.

Dave looked around. His small office was still being used as an office. There were signs there offering to cash checks and to wire money anywhere in the world. He walked into the office. A large Hispanic man looked up and watched him for a moment. Dave stopped and looked around, saying nothing. Finally the man said, "May I help you, Senor?"

Dave looked at him again and said, "Maybe. I'm looking for Pete Thurgood."

The man's face took on a blank expression. He said, "Senor Thurgood is not here. He lives in Valdosta, Senor, and only spends a few nights a month here. How may I help you? I own this place."

Dave smiled and said, "No, Sir, you do not. I own this place and I want to know what the hell is going on here! I'm Dave Stebbins and Pete was supposed to be managing the rentals of my apartments. I gave him permission to live here in my downstairs apartment while I was in the Army as partial pay for him taking care of my place. I came back home planning to move back into my apartment in my house and find it is turned into a bar and café. I want to know what the HELL is going on and I want to know NOW.""

The man's eyes got large and he fell backwards in his chair. His face paled somewhat. His glance flicked past Dave. Just as Dave noticed the change in focus he heard movement behind him. He quickly stepped to the side and placed his back to the wall. He saw two men moving through the door. They looked large for Hispanics and tough, competent. The man who came in the door first spoke. He said, "Is there a problem here, Senor Morales?"

The man and Dave were quiet for a moment. Finally Senor Morales said, "I do not know, Pedro. This gentleman is Senor Dave Stebbins. He says he has come back from the Army and intends to live here in this house once more. Please stay while we work out some accommodation if you will."

Dave and Senor Morales sat and talked for over an hour. Dave discovered that about nine months after he left town Pete had taken up with a Hispanic woman who lived in one of the apartments. He still stayed with her and her sister when he was in town. 

The woman, Maria, had convinced Pete to allow her to prepare meals and serve them to some of the other boarders. This had grown into the bar and restaurant. More and more Hispanics began to congregate at the old house after work. She even had a pretty good breakfast and lunch trade. Senor Morales rented the office to transact his business in. He became sort of a banker for the Hispanic community and provided other services from time to time. Dave got the impression his other services were of a personal nature dealing with some of the young women wandering around. 

Senor Morales informed Dave that Pete soon became tired of trying to sleep in the bedroom because of the noise from the Cantina and Restaurant. He finished converting the downstairs into the configuration it was now in and moved out. He was charging the base rent for the downstairs as if it was two apartments PLUS he demanded 10% of the profits from the business transacted on the property.

Now Dave became even angrier at his friend. He was only sending him the agreed upon rent for the top floors and the attic less the agreed upon 10% management fee. Senor Morales estimated Pete's take for the ground floor was $1900 to $2200 per month. 


Player Retired



During their conversation Dave came to respect Senor Morales somewhat. Assuming what he told him was true he and the woman running the Cantina and Restaurant had done nothing wrong. They merely rented space from the man they thought was authorized to do so and had then opened their businesses. Senor Morales showed Dave the rental agreement he and Pete signed to back up his statement. Dave was not even sure courts would side with him about the way Pete had turned the downstairs over to the renters. After all, he did have an agreement to manage the building and to use the downstairs apartment for his own use. That, of course, was the sticking point. He was not personally using the downstairs. Dave decided to call it a night and get some rest. He would decide what to do tomorrow.

Dave walked back out of the building that had once been his home and got into his truck. He started to return to town and find a motel for the night then decided screw it. He owned this land and all the buildings on it. He had slept on the ground before and he could do it again. Dave drove his truck past the house toward the out buildings. There was a small stream running through his place about 500 feet from the house. If it was not too grown up he knew of a nice clearing beside a deep hole in which he used to swim. He would pitch his tent there and spend the night.

Apparently, there had been much discussion going on during the night while Dave slept. About 7 a.m. the next morning a very beautiful Hispanic, or at least part Hispanic, woman walked slowly, tentatively, into his campsite carrying two large Styrofoam boxes and a carafe of coffee. She jumped and almost dropped the items she was carrying when Dave jumped from his sleeping bag. He had heard her moving around and his immediate thought was one of danger or robbery. He came from his tent carrying his Ruger Blackhawk in .357 Caliber.

When he saw the woman he relaxed somewhat and said, "You startled me, Senorita. I thought perhaps I was facing robbers. I am sorry for scaring you."

The young woman gave him a nervous smile and spoke to him with downcast eyes. "I have brought you breakfast, Senor. Also, I need to talk with you about the cantina and restaurant. My Mother, sister, and I operate it and depend on it to earn our living. Emma, Senor Morale's daughter, also helps and works as a waitress for us. We heard you and Senor Morales talking last night. Please, Senor, this is all we have and we barely make enough to live on after Senor Thurgood takes his share. If you make us leave we will have nothing and will have no place to stay. I would like to make an arrangement with you for permission to continue operating our business in your building. My sister and I will give ourselves to you as we agreed to do for Senor Thurgood and we will pay you the amounts we agreed to give him if you let us remain.

The woman carefully placed the items she was carrying on the hood of Dave's truck. She looked at him and blushed, then began to slowly unbutton her blouse. Dave stood in shock while he watched her undo her buttons and pull the blouse from her skirt. She looked him in the face and shrugged it off her shoulders.

Still looking Dave in the eyes she placed her thumbs in the waistband of her skirt. She began to slowly push it down while looking Dave in the face. Dave stood for a moment trying to wrap his mind around what the woman had said. It sounded as if she was telling him Pete demanded sexual favors from her and her sister in addition to raping them financially for the privilege of operating their business in his house. He felt a surge of anger when that thought settled in his brain. Finally, Dave found his voice and was able to move once more. He lurched toward the woman and reached for her. He stopped when she flinched away from him. "Stop! What are you doing? You don't have to do that", Dave said.

The woman looked at him and slowly stood straighter once more. As she straightened up she pulled her skirt up until it was in its original position. She stood with her hands clasped in front of her, her beautiful firm breasts standing proudly from her chest. Her nipples were rock hard points surrounded by her light tan areolas.

Dave walked to where the woman had dropped her blouse, bent and picked it up. He stepped to her and held the blouse out for her to take. "Please, put this back on. I haven't decided what I will do about this mess. I thought Pete was my friend. I trusted him to rent and manage the apartments we built into my grandparents home while I was away. I thought he was a better man than it appears he is.

"Now, why don't we eat that wonderful smelling breakfast you have brought me while I think about this situation?"

"Oh, no, Senor. This is all for you. If you don't want to, uh, make love with me I need to get back to my business. We have much business for the men going to work of a morning and I need to clean up from that and begin to prepare the lunch meal." She began to walk away then turned back to face Dave once more. She said, "When you are ready for Marisa and me to fulfill our duty let us know. We will make ourselves available as you require."

Dave stood a moment then yelled at the retreating woman, "What is your name? You never said."

She stopped and turned to face him once more before speaking. "Maria, Senor." The woman turned and trudged back toward the house. Dave could not help but watch as one of the most beautiful derrieres he had ever seen twitched and wiggled away from him. He stared with a blank look while he remembered those beautiful tits, also. Finally, Dave moved to the hood of his truck. He opened the boxes of food and poured himself a cup of coffee and began eating what turned out to be one of the best breakfasts he could remember ever eating. While he ate he thought about the situation and what he wanted to do now.

About the only decision he made that morning was to cut off the gravy train for his ex-friend Pete. He was back now and could manage his own property. He would decide what to charge for rent and who he would allow to remain in the building. He had been looking forward to living in the old house again, but somehow, now that he had seen what it had become, he couldn't see doing that. When Pete allowed it to be used as it is now he had ruined it for Dave. It didn't feel like home any longer. Oh, he still loved his little farm, but the house just didn't feel right to him anymore.

Dave also decided there was no reason to rush into a decision about work, either. Even if he reduced the rent on the house he would have more than enough income to live on while he decided what to do with the remainder of his life.

After he finished his breakfast Dave got into his truck and drove back to the house. He stopped behind the building and walked into the kitchen carrying the boxes and coffee carafe. He stopped just inside the door and watched as two beautiful women scurried about working on the next meal they planned on serving. When Maria saw Dave standing there she stopped working and turned to him. She quickly walked to him and took the items from him. She placed them on the counter behind her and turned back to Dave.

Maria looked at Dave a moment and then said, "Marisa, come and meet Senor Stebbins." 

Maria turned back to Dave and continued speaking, "Do you need one of us now, Senor? We are very busy, but it is your right if you need one of us for a while. Please, though, could you let one of us remain and continue working?"

Dave said, "NO. That's not why I'm here, Maria. I only came to return your carafe. I still need to make some decisions and then everyone who rents from me and I need to have a meeting. I will let you all know what I have decided."

Dave turned and walked from the room. He got into his truck and went into Valdosta. When he got there he found a phone book and called some attorney's to make an appointment to discuss his situation. The attorney he decided to use couldn't see him until the next day so Dave made a few purchases and drove the eight miles back to his home. He spent the rest of the day inspecting his property. 

His little farm had almost thirteen acres planted in large pecan trees. They had been let go while he was away and some of the nuts they dropped had come up. There was quite a lot of brush growing around them too. The two large buildings that had been used to store machinery and to sort, crack, and bag the nuts were getting a little dilapidated but still seemed to be structurally sound. The equipment was still in the machine shed. He would have to see what needed to be done to it if he decided he wanted to use it. Even if he didn't want to use it he needed to get it in good shape so he could sell it for a higher price.

Dave found an old chair his grandfather kept in the barn. He moved the chair out into the sales room and sat with his feet up on one of the display tables. He looked over the nearly two pages of notes he had taken during his inspection and began prioritizing his work. The shadows were getting long and the noise from the cantina was becoming louder while Dave worked. He first heard a noise then saw a long shadow moving across the ground toward him. He turned his head slightly and looked up.

Maria was once again standing beside him carrying food for his evening meal. She had another carafe of coffee with her. This time Marisa was with her. She had three bottles of beer in a small cooler. The women set everything on the built-in table originally used to display bagged pecans for sale. "We have brought your supper, Senor Stebbins. Marisa and I will return after we have closed the restaurant if that is ok? We have help evenings in the cantina so we can spend more time with you after we close the restaurant."

"NO! That is not ok." Dave stopped when he saw the stricken look on both women's faces. 

Marisa began unbuttoning her blouse and said, "Do you want us here or must we go to our room upstairs, Senor? May Maria please go back to the kitchen before we start so she can turn the stove off? We cannot afford to let the food burn and we need to tell the waitresses we will be longer than we thought we would. Please?" 

Dave mentally shook himself and said, "STOP! That is not what I meant. I meant, no, I don't want you that way. You don't need to do that with me. DAMMIT, we need to talk but I have to get some more work done today and I know you do too. Come back here or to my camp this evening after you have your work done and we will talk about this mess. If I'm not still here I will be down by the stream at my camp again."

After he finished his meal Dave decided to go back to his camp. He had just got there when it began to rain. He saw no reason to sleep in the rain even if he was in a small tent. He rapidly threw his camp chair and sleeping bag into his truck. Dave drove back to the barn and took his sleeping gear into the store. He laid his ground cloth in a dark corner then put his air mattress on it. He unrolled his sleeping bag on the air mattress and moved his chair out under the porch roof where he sat drinking the last beer the women had brought and watching it rain.

After it was fully dark Dave moved his chair back inside and sat going over his notes of the day once more. As he read he made plans and wrote some of them down.

It was almost 9 p.m. before the women came walking into Dave's view again. It looked like they had taken a shower before they came down. The hair at the nape of their necks was wet. They were both carrying a large umbrella to keep the light mist that was still falling off their heads. When they walked up near him Dave thought they smelled wonderful. They had a freshly washed look and smell. He could not detect even a hint of kitchen smell on them.

Dave was sitting in the same chair he had used earlier in the day. He had pulled it inside after it got dark. When the women came into the light Dave marveled once again at their beauty. They walked over to him and knelt at his feet. They leaned back and arched their backs thrusting their breasts toward him. Dave looked at the beautiful women before him and felt his cock stirring. He could tell neither of them wore a bra. Their nipples were hard and tenting out their thin tops. Their breasts wobbled enticingly as they moved and assumed the position they were in.

"What are you doing? Why are you kneeling in front of me? Get up and take a seat so we can talk", Dave said.

Maria and Marisa looked up at Dave and slowly, sensuously, rose from their submissive positions. They quietly walked a couple of steps each and took seats on the chairs he had previously placed for them to use.

Dave looked at the beauties for a moment before he started talking. "First", he said, "I need to know why you are acting like you are. Did I ever say or do anything to make you believe I would demand sex from you so you could continue renting from me?"

Maria said, "No, Senor, you didn't, but that has been a part of our agreement with Senor Pete. We agreed to pay you the same thing we were paying him for the privilege of operating our business in your building. That is part of our agreement. We are to give him pussy whenever he wants it as well as the money he demands."

Marisa broke in with a comment, "Besides, Senor, you are a very handsome and kind man. Our pussies are drooling for your cock. We both think you would be a much better, more considerate lover than Senor Pete is. I think we would actually like to be with you even if you did not have a right to our bodies by this agreement."

Dave sat there in shock for a moment. He wondered how he could get out of this mess. He admitted to himself that if the circumstances were different he would love to bed either or both of the sisters. Finally he made his decision. 

"Ladies, in principle I have no problem taking either or both of you to bed. You are both beautiful and no better than I know you I can honestly say I like you. I do not do business the way Pete seems to, however. Business is business and sex is sex. I do not expect and do not want your pussy as part of my payment for your rent. When I decide, IF I decide, I would like to have sex with you I will let you know. If we have sex it will be because we both want it, NOT because you think you owe it to me. The sex will have nothing to do with our business. You will be able to decide if you wish to make love to me. If you do not then we will not make love. If you would do me a favor I would appreciate it. When you go back to the main building please let everyone who is renting from me know I want to speak with them in the dining room tomorrow at 8 p.m. I want to discuss MY rules and review the rents that are being paid for use of the building."

Maria and Marisa sat as if stunned for a moment. They started to rise and leave then Maria paled considerably. She turned to Dave and asked, "Senor, you aren't going to make us pay more money for the rent are you? That is why Marisa began fucking Pete. We couldn't afford to pay more. We barely get by now."

"No, Maria. I will not raise your rent. I need to talk with all of you and find out just what Pete has been charging and what is going on here. I will want to see everyone's rental agreement also."

Dave sat staring out into the parking lot after the women left. He wondered just what he would find during the meeting. He had a sinking feeling Pete raised everyone's rent and kept sending him the amount he had been getting when he left less the ten per cent management fee.

The next morning Dave spent a few minutes visiting with people in the building and wandered around the buildings before leaving for his appointment with the attorney. He took his agreement with Pete with him as well as a copy of the e-mail he sent terminating the agreement.

During the consultation the attorney told Dave he could see no significant problem with Dave taking over his business operation once again. He did point out that it would be a very wise thing to send Pete a certified letter, including a letter signed by Dave terminating the agreement. If Pete did not sign for the documents they would hire a process server to locate him and personally deliver the letter to Pete so they could document the termination of the agreement should Pete decide to contest Dave's actions. The attorney stressed Dave should make sure Pete got his entire expected take for the current month per the existing contract. Dave was not too happy about the advice given but agreed to do as the attorney advised. It would be at least one more month before he could completely take over his business once again, but at least doing it the way the attorney advised would be legal.

That evening Dave wandered over to the building about seven fifteen. He sat in the cantina and drank two Dos Equis before moving to the dining room for the meeting with his renters. There were eight couples who rented the four remaining apartments; there was Senor Morales and Maria and Marisa plus one older, but still very beautiful, Hispanic woman. All seemed nervous and subservient to Dave.

Dave started the meeting by introducing himself. He informed the people present that he was the owner of the building and that Pete had been managing it for him while he was away in the Army. He said, "I am taking back the day to day operation of the rentals. I plan to live here for the rest of my life. I have yet to decide what I will do with the rest of the land I own here but I have some ideas. Now, before we begin our official meeting I would like to see your rental agreements."

All of the people present came forward with their agreements. The four for the larger apartments were the same ones Dave had signed before he left but he did not recognize the faces of the people. All he could do was assume they were the same people. He thought about asking for ID and decided he would not do that right then. He read the agreements one by one and was puzzled by the girls and Senor Morales'. They each stated a monthly rent for the room they occupied and had an addendum stating the cash rent referred to in the main agreement was in addition to other value that would be paid as agreed on the date the addendum was signed.

When Dave asked the women what the other value was they both looked guilty and would not look him or the other people in the face. Marisa almost whispered, "You know the other, Senor Dave."

Dave felt bad for the women and said, "Oh, yes, I see." He turned to Senor Morales and asked him the same question.

Senor Morales looked around and dropped his head. He said, I must give him ten percent of my gross income like Marisa and Maria and," He choked a bit and couldn't continue. He looked around the room in embarrassment. He turned back to Dave and opened his mouth then closed it. Finally he almost whispered, "Please, Senor, I cannot say here. Please could we go to my office?"

Dave looked at Senor Morales for a moment and stood. "OK. If you need to go somewhere private, I understand." Dave looked at the other people in the meeting and said, "Please wait for me here. I'll try not to be gone too long."

When Dave and Senor Morales walked into his office he closed the door and locked it. Senor Morales looked at Dave and said, "Thank you, Senor. I just could not say this in front of everyone else. It is just too embarrassing even though I suspect they know what I am about to tell you.

"At first, I just had to pay the monthly rent as do the others, but then Senor Thurgood demanded 10% of my gross income in addition. When I could not pay that he let me go. Three months later I owed him a large sum of money. He demanded sex from my wife and daughter as payment. Of course, I refused. He and some of his friends beat me and threatened my family. I still did not pay him and one week later he and his friends came to my apartment. They put me in a chair and hurt my daughter. They told my family what their demands were and to my shame my wife and daughter agreed to have sex with him to save me and repay our debt.




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"Now, one week a month each of them must go with Senor Thurgood and have sex with him and anyone he gives them to."

"Shit. Why didn't you go to the police, Senor Morales? Crap, I can't believe that man was once my friend. Well, that stops now. I do not want to take advantage of your wife or daughter in that way."

Senor Morales sat with his shoulders shaking. He wiped his face and said, "Thank you, Senor. From the bottom of my heart I thank you."

"Now, why did you not inform the authorities about Pete?"

"We could not, Senor. I do not have the green card and he knew it. That also was part of the reason my wife allowed him to do those things to her. And, he has three very large, very bad men working for him. They have hurt many who have not done as he wished. We could not take the chance with our family. My daughter decided it was better to be a Puta, a whore, than to be dead or crippled."

"Where is your wife and daughter, Senor Morales? I would like to meet them."

"My wife is in our apartment resting, Senor. Senor Thurgood brought her back this afternoon. She is still tired and in some pain from her week with him. My daughter is now serving him."

"SON OF A BITCH! This is just too much. I'm going to make that bastard pay for this. Not only is he robbing me, he is robbing all of you and doing unspeakable things to your women. This stops now."

Dave leaped from his chair and rushed through the door. Senor Morales followed as rapidly as he could waddle behind him. Dave surged through the door into the meeting room. Most of the people there jerked in fear when they saw him come storming into the room. Dave stood surveying the room for a moment then said, "I cannot believe what I have heard and read this evening, I just cannot believe it. As of this moment I am cancelling all your rental agreements and we are going to renegotiate them. I am also going to do something about that asshole who has been mistreating you and your families. 

There was an immediate outcry from the renters when Dave said he was going to cancel the agreements. After listening to the raised voices for a moment Dave calmed down and said, "Whoa, there. I'm sorry I upset you all. I am not kicking anyone out of their homes or closing any of the businesses. I just meant I felt what you are paying is unfair and in some cases, according to my attorney, illegal. I intend to make new agreements with many of you that are more fair for you and, hopefully, more affordable. Those of you who are here under a contract we made before I went into the Army will continue to have that same payment. I expect many of you will have to pay less. Now, if you will excuse me I have some things I need to do. Thank you once more for coming. I will call another meeting when I have the new agreements ready."

Dave stormed from the building and over to the room he had been sleeping in. As he walked he began making phone calls. Sometimes the good ole boy network is a good thing. This time it was a great thing. Three phone calls later Dave was smiling. His three closest friends while he was in the Army were able to come help him with this problem. All four of the young men had gotten out of the service within a month of each other. They also knew of two more men who might be able to come help them. None of them had yet found jobs so they would not miss work. Dave promised to feed them and pay normal expenses while they were helping him. That and friendship were enough for them to agree to come and help.

Early the next morning Dave returned to the old house. As soon as Senor Morales opened his office Dave went in. After their greetings Dave said, "Senor Morales, we have to find your Daughter and get her away from Pete. Do you know where he takes her?"

"Yes, Senor, I do, but you should not do anything. He is very big and very mean. He sometimes has his two large men there also. I am afraid they would injure you or my daughter if we do anything to get her. He will bring her back at the end of the week. He always has." Senor Morales looked hesitant then continued speaking, "Also, Senor, it would honor me if you called me Pedro. It is not right for you as the Patron to call me Mister or Senor."

Dave smiled and reached his hand out to shake Pedro's hand. He was about to speak when a vision of loveliness walked into the room. She was about 5'6" tall, blond and built like the proverbial brick shithouse. She stopped and said, "Oh, I am sorry, Honey. I didn't know you had business."

Pedro looked at the woman and smiled. He said, "Please, come in my dear." He turned to Dave and continued, "Senor, this is my wife, Sharon. Sharon, this is our Patron, Senor Dave Stebbins. He has been most anxious to meet you."

Sharon looked at Dave and her face paled somewhat. She pressed her lips together and said, "I'm pleased to meet you, Senor Stebbins. I'm sorry to interrupt your business with my husband."

Dave smiled and stood. He walked toward her and reached his hand out to shake hers. He stopped when he saw her flinch back slightly. He said, "Mrs. Morales, I'm sorry. I am pleased to meet you. Your husband is correct. I have been anxious to meet you, but I think you may have taken his statement wrong. ALL I wanted to do was meet you and get to know you better."

Dave stopped talking when he saw the reaction Sharon had to his last sentence. He backed away and sat in his chair once more then continued talking. "Please, sit with us a moment, Mrs. Morales. I think you are still misunderstanding. If what I say embarrasses you in any way I am sorry. I think it has to be said. Much of your heartache and pain is a result of decisions I made. I allowed that bastard to manage my building while I was in the Army. I had no idea he was such a son of a bitch and I am sorry. I am in the process of righting as many of the wrongs he has done to you, your family, and the other renters as I can.

"I have known Pete Thurgood since he and I were in 7th grade. I once considered him one of my friends and I trusted him. I was wrong or he has changed drastically in the last few years. He and his father have always been loud and arrogant. Perhaps I misunderstood how immoral and unethical he was. I am here today to find out where Pete stays when he is not here. I intend to find him and get your daughter back from him before he puts her through any more pain or degrades her further. I intend to stop him from ever hurting others again if I can. I will need help from you and some of the others to do that, however. I want to get him arrested and put in prison for what he has done if I can. If I can't I intend to hire some of my friends as guards here until he decides to move on to safer places."

Sharon began crying when she heard Dave promise to free her daughter. She said, "I will do what I can, Senor Dave, but I cannot do much. You see, uh, my husband and I don't need publicity and-,"

Dave broke into her conversation. He said, "Mrs. Morales, I understand. I know your husband is an illegal. I will try to protect him, but I ask you, what is worse? Is it worse for him to be deported or is what is happening to you and your daughter and the other ladies here worse? You do not look Hispanic. Are you also illegal or...?"

Sharon smiled somewhat and said, "No, I am a U S Citizen as is my daughter. The man who was my daughter's father died in the first Iraq war before our daughter was born. I am afraid I am not a good woman. He was married to someone else and we were lovers. He said he was going to divorce his wife, but he was called up with his reserve unit before he could do so. His actual wife got his military benefits. I was in serious financial difficulty when Pedro took me in. We fell in love and became a family. We were married in Mexico then came back here to live. We have no documents that prove we are married. We are afraid Immigration will deport him if he is brought to their attention."

Dave and Sharon talked several more minutes. During that time Dave found out where he took Sharon and her daughter, Emma, when he had them. He also found out that the time he kept them was becoming longer and longer. At first it was just one of them a month one weekend a month. She felt they were trapped and couldn't think of any way to get free of his blackmail. Between him threatening physical violence and deportation, as well as threatening to turn them into the law as prostitutes, she felt they had no way to get away from Pete.

Dave smiled when she said that. He almost immediately came up with a plan to deal with his ex-friend Pete. He, Pedro, and Sharon discussed the plan, fine tuning it during the rest of the afternoon. The plan was simple. When Pete brought Emma back the renters were going to meet him. They were going to let it slip that Dave had gone back to the army making arrangements for Senor Morales to handle the rentals and mail Dave his money. They were to refuse to have anything else to do with Pete. 

They were going to video the meetings if possible, but for sure they were going to tape them. If Pete did as they expected and made his threats, Dave was going to take the tapes to the Prosecuting Attorney. That way the police would be involved immediately and do the investigation for them. Additionally, Dave and his friends were not really going to be away, just hiding. They would provide protection to the renters in case the Police did not or could not.

Dave disappeared with great fanfare the next morning. He made sure most of the people in the area saw him telling everyone good bye and took off in his truck. He drove to Valdosta and directly to an old garage he had rented. He hid his truck inside and he and his friends took off in their vehicles. None of them had been to Tifton yet. They made sure to arrive late in the night and moved into Dave's old barn. From then on at least one of Dave's friends was in the house all the time serving as an unofficial guard. The most difficult part for Dave was hiding inside the barn 24/7. He did sneak out during the early morning hours but that really wasn't satisfactory.

The second morning after Dave returned and went into hiding, Pete arrived. He brought Emma back in very rough shape. She was tired, bruised, pale, and walked as if she were in pain. When Pete demanded time with Marisa she refused. He began to look uneasy when several of the tenants surrounded him. He began yelling and making his threats and became even more vocal and arrogant when they told him they were through submitting to his demands.

He turned to Senor Morales and hit him when he was told Pedro was now the rental agent for Dave. "That's bullshit and you know it. I control this building and your sorry asses. I expect you to pay me as before. You can send the base rent to that asshole if you want but I expect all the extra rent we agreed on to continue like it has in the past. If it doesn't someone will get hurt badly. In fact, because of your bullshit I think you need to be punished. From now on I expect 15% extra instead of the 10% you were paying. If I don't get it and if I don't get the pussy we agreed on someone will get hurt."

Pete laughed maniacally and continued, "You're lucky you have this old house to live and work in. What if it wasn't here any longer? What if it caught on fire and burned to the ground? What would you do then? Think about that assholes."

Pete turned and pushed his way out of the small crowd. Just before he got into his large ML 470 he turned and said, "I'll be back this weekend for my money and my pussy. It better be here."

After that afternoon Dave spent some time watching Pete's house in Valdosta and trailing him around there taking pictures where he could. It looked as if Pete and his father were involved in a prostitution ring in town as well as some strong arm stuff. That seemed to fit nicely with what Pete's mother had indicated when Dave saw her his first night in town. After a few days of surveillance Dave took his tapes and pictures to the District Attorney. The DA was very interested in the information. It was an election year and if he could make a well-publicized case out of this it would help him in with the voters. He advised Dave to keep in touch, but the authorities would have to handle it from here. Dave was too close to the case and could easily do something that would make it much more difficult to get justice done.

Dave and his renters carried on as before during the next week. He worked several hours a day inside his barn on his machinery. He spent a lot of time on the internet, also. He got the tractors running again and had one of his friends begin clearing brush from the Pecan Grove. He also got his spraying rig operating and had them spray the fence rows with brush killer. They sprayed the fields to kill the foliage. He planned to plant a cash crop of some kind in the open ground.

Dave was going stir crazy even sneaking out nights and spending some time in Valdosta before the small gang was arrested. It turned out Pete, his father, and three goons were trying to run a small crib of prostitutes and a small time protection racket. They preyed mostly on Hispanics. Much of the money was hidden in the income of their small construction company. The authorities were true to their word and were present at Dave's place that weekend when Pete and one of his goons arrived to collect their graft and women. Senor Morales was safely away as were the few other illegals. Pete tried to out them while he was being hauled off, but the police ignored his rantings. Dave just hoped the DA didn't make an issue of the two or three illegals he knew about should Pete try to turn them in. He would just have to wait and see.

After the arrests Dave once again returned to the public eye. He returned to work on his place after squaring things with his friends and wishing them a safe trip home. 

One day during his lunch Maria approached him once more. He had taken to eating all his meals at her restaurant. He felt bad about that because she refused to let him pay, but she convinced him it was only fair since he had reduced her rent after their meeting. She no longer had to give Pete a percentage of her profits, plus she was no longer a sex slave to him. She could not explain to Dave how much she felt she owed him for doing this.

This day she seemed hesitant when she brought his lunch. Dave looked up at her and said, "Ok, Maria, what's bothering you today? I can tell something's wrong."

"Senor Pete refused to do anything about the bees in the walls, but they are getting to be too much of a problem. I am begging you, please kill them for me. They sting me and Marisa many times a day when we are moving around working. They come inside sometimes when we open the door or come in the windows if they are open."

"Of course, Maria, I didn't know there were bees in the walls. Show me after we finish our meal and I will decide what to do about them."

After the meal Maria took Dave outside the old house. She pointed upward and he saw bees coming and going into two holes in the wall. One hole was near the eves of the porch and the other was in the wall itself about fifteen feet away from the first one.

This was a very old house and the standards at the time of construction weren't very high. It had the old lap board wooden siding on it. Dave also knew it was only poorly insulated. When he had renovated the upstairs rooms they drilled holes and pumped foam into the walls. He knew that was not a perfect insulation and many times left spaces or voids in the walls. The way the bees were moving he knew there was probably a large colony in each hole.

When he was younger his grandfather had kept bees for pollination. Dave remembered how to care for them from watching and helping with the hives. Dave got into his truck and went into Valdosta for the supplies he would need. He bought a smoker, beekeepers helmet and some heavy coveralls.

When Dave got back home he went into the barn and began rummaging around. Finally he found what he was looking for. He found a large pile of his grandfather's old bee hives. He pulled them out and inspected them. He was able to put five hives together from all the pieces. He had three supers on each of them. He even had enough frames for a good start on honey storage.

Later that evening Dave backed his truck up against the house. He had all the hives in the truck bed and opened ready to receive the bees. He first worked on the colony under the porch roof. He smoked it for fifteen minutes then carefully pried the boards off. He had to take almost six feet of boards off before he found the exact location of the colony. Even in their smoked stupor and in the dark the bees were buzzing around angrily.

Dave carefully moved and rearranged the bees until he found what he was looking for. He found the Queen and her court. He carefully moved a large pile of the honey into the base of the hive then he picked up the queen and several handfuls of her workers to go into the hive. He placed a super on it then the cap. He sealed the hive.

Dave continued looking at the remaining comb then smiled. He found what he was looking for. There was comb that had many larvae in it. There were two cells that had new Queens growing. Dave carefully broke that comb out and put one of the new Queens in each of two new hives with more honey and more workers. He sealed these also as he had done the first one.

Dave left the wall as it was and moved his truck back to the barn. He carefully unloaded the three filled hives then returned to the house. He backed up near the other colony and once again smoked it. This time he was working from a ladder. The work took longer but finally he found the ball of bees and moved them as before. This was a small colony and did not have a new Queen cell growing that he saw. He moved the current Queen and much of her honey and workers into one of the last two hives. He once again left the wall uncovered while he drove back to the barn and unloaded the full and empty hive.

After that work was done Dave went into the kitchen and found one of Maria's large pots. Outside he went once again up the ladder. He pulled most of the rest of the honey filled comb from the wall and placed it in the pot. Dave moved to the lower colony and harvested much of that honey also once again leaving the wall open.

Dave took the pot of honey to his room and set it on the counter. He walked back to the Cantina and got a beer, sitting at a small table and relaxing. Marisa and Maria came to his table and sat beside him. Marisa smiled and said, "Thank you, Senor. We appreciate the trouble you have gone to for us. If you need help repairing the house I can find some men to do so for you."

"You're welcome, Marisa, and thank you for offering to find help. I don't need it right now, but I will keep your offer in mind. I want to leave the wall open for a few days to let the bees harvest their remaining honey and wax. After that I will cover the wall once again. I will insulate the opening before I do so however."

The next day Dave got out his grandfather's old honey extraction machine, cleaned it then cleaned the honey he had saved from the colonies in the old house. He went to the local Wal-Mart store and purchased a case of pint jars to put the honey in. Most of it he placed in the jars without comb but he made 6 jars with comb in them. After the honey was put in the jars he took the comb outside and placed it near the hives he had set near the side of the old barn so the bees could harvest it and reuse it. The next day he opened the crawl space in the hives slightly so the bees could come and go as they pleased. Almost immediately they began returning to the house and gathering up the remaining comb and honey to move to their new homes.

Three nights later Dave was awakened by loud noises and screaming coming from his old house. He got dressed and was just outside his room when he saw a dark shape running from the building carrying a kicking, screaming young woman. The man ran directly toward him heading for the passageway between the nearest two outbuildings. Dave rushed toward the running man and intercepted him just before he could disappear between them. When Dave grabbed at the man he dropped the woman he was carrying and turned on Dave.




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The two began fighting, the man trying to get away and Dave trying to subdue him. They were almost evenly matched and the poor light didn't help much. Finally, the man broke loose from Dave and started to run between the buildings to get away. Dave dove for the escaping man. He almost missed him but managed to trip him. He stumbled, almost falling then careened into the fence Dave placed around the bee hives. He fell and overturned one of the hives. Of course the bees did not appreciate that at all. There was a loud buzzing sound and the man began screaming. The angry bees were stinging him over and over as he writhed on the ground covered in honey, bees, and dirt.

Dave didn't even think about his action. He immediately turned to the woman lying on the ground. She was beginning to move and moan. When Dave got to her he saw it was Emma. He helped her sit up and asked if she was OK. She looked up at him with a slightly confused expression on her face but finally nodded her head yes. Dave then turned his attention to the man who was lying and moaning amidst the still angry bees.

By this time several of the residents of the building were standing around, including Pedro. Pedro had a large lump on his face and his cheek was reddening. Dave looked at him and said, "Call 911 while I try to get this asshole away from the bees."

Dave rushed into his room and began donning his bee keeping gear. He then got his smoker and fired it up before returning to the scene of the crime. The first thing he did was set the hive up correctly then he waved the smoke all around the man until the majority of the bees were pacified and subdued. Dave grabbed the man and pulled him away from the hives. When he got him into better light he saw it was good old Pete.

Dave did not know Pete had been released from jail. He smiled when he saw who it was. If he remembered correctly Pete was allergic to bee stings. He saw he was swelling badly and seemed to be having trouble breathing. He said nothing to anyone else.

By the time the police arrived, Pete was having severe difficulty breathing. They took one look at him and called for an ambulance. By the time the ambulance arrived Pete had stopped breathing. The paramedics immediately started working on Pete, treating him with antihistamines for the obvious allergic reaction and oxygen, got him into the medic unit and headed for the hospital with lights and siren blaring. It didn't look good for Pete. The police took statements from everyone concerned. Dave showed them the small fence he had placed around the bee hives that Pete knocked down when he fell into them. They seemed satisfied and returned to town. 

When Dave identified Pete to the police he mentioned he thought he was supposed to be in jail because of his prior arrest. One of the officers checked and found out he was bailed out that morning by his father.

During the questioning, Senor Morales told the officers Pete was angry about losing his take from the house. He described how Pete kicked their apartment door in and beat him and Sharon. As he was kidnapping Emma he claimed that they were the cause of his income loss and he taking Emma as compensation. He told them he was going to put her to work as a prostitute in his brothel full time to make up for the lost income. He also said if they caused any trouble he would be back to burn them out and that the only reason he didn't burn the building at this time was because he expected his 15% cut.

By the time the police were finished with everyone it was nearly 5:30 in the morning. Maria and Marisa went into the kitchen and began preparing breakfast. They put on a pot of coffee and served it without charge to the people still milling around.

Sharon had taken Emma up to their apartment after the EMT's left. They didn't have health insurance and refused to let them take her to the hospital. Maria told her not to worry about coming down to work that day.

After Sharon got Emma settled she returned to the dining room and found Dave. She walked up to him and gave him a big hug and kiss. She whispered, "I owe you more than I can ever repay, Dave. Anything I have, anything you want, just ask. You got us away from that asshole twice and reduced our rent until we can live better. You saved my Emma once again tonight. There is NOTHING I have that isn't yours any time you want it."

Dave sat in the dining room through breakfast relaxing and thinking about all that had gone on since he returned home. He walked into a mess when he returned home. He faced quite a lot of trouble but he had met some fine people and made some good friends. He was making enough money to get by on right now, but he knew he needed to figure out a way to make more. He either needed to build some living quarters for himself or buy or rent a house. He didn't have the money to buy a house. He would be hard pressed to even rent someplace and he really hated to evict someone so he could live in his old house. Besides, the old house was too busy and crowded for him to want to live in one of the apartments even if he did evict someone.

Dave sighed and looked out the window. It was going to be another hot and humid day. He turned his attention back to the inside of the building. He watched while Marisa and Maria scurried around. He looked at the older Hispanic woman behind the bar. These people were hardworking and for the most part honest. He could not believe the hell Pete had put them through. Finally, he stood and moved to the door. He needed to get back to his room in the old pecan building and get to work. He had a garden to weed. It was almost time to begin harvesting some of his produce. He knew he could make some money from the vegetable stand he intended to open over there. Later in the year he would harvest his pecans and see what that would make him. Hopefully, that would be enough so he could live without having to find a job in town working for wages.

Late that evening Dave Stebbins walked into his cavernous sales room and collapsed onto his favorite chair. He sat in front of the noisy window air conditioning unit. He groaned in relief when he felt the cool, even cold, air blow on his sweaty body. His blue chambray shirt was almost black from the water it had soaked up from his sweat. He had just finished a ten hour day working in the 90 plus degree heat of a Georgia Summer.

After he sat there for a few moments Dave levered himself to his feet and almost staggered over to the one commercial cooler he had operating. He opened the refrigeration unit and grabbed a cold beer. He stood, closed the door, and moved to a nearby table to grab his bag of potato chips. Without opening either of the items, he turned and returned to his seat in front of the air conditioner.

He collapsed back into his seat, opened his beer and took two huge swallows. He leaned his head back and groaned ahhhh. After sitting there a moment Dave opened the bag of chips and took a small handful. He sat there alternately eating chips and taking a swallow of beer until the beer was gone. 

Dave leaned his head back once more, closed his eyes and relaxed for a few minutes. He felt his head roll to the side and he jerked upright. He had almost fallen asleep. He looked around the room and made a small grimace. He was tired, worn down to the nub from the weeks work and the excitement from the previous night. The last thing he wanted to do was clean up and hit the bar after the day he had. Unfortunately, he had promised some of his crew he would meet them at the Cantina.

Dave heard a slight noise and turned his head toward the door into the sales area. He smiled when he saw Emma coming into the building. She was carrying a cold six pack of his favorite Dos equis Lager and a Styrofoam container he knew was filled with fresh, hot, chips and homemade salsa. Maria and Marisa served only fresh homemade foods and their salsa was outstanding. Emma smiled when she saw him looking at her. Without pausing she walked to the cooler. She placed all but one of the beers inside then brought the single beer, the chips and salsa over to him. She handed Dave the beer and said, "Dave the sheriff came by this afternoon. Pete died before they got him to the hospital. He said his father made some serious threats against you before he left the hospital. He wanted you to be extra careful for a while.

Dave marveled at her beauty once again as she moved toward him. Her breasts were perfect, her long finely toned legs and perfect ass made him almost salivate. He felt his cock stir slightly with awakening desire. Even knowing what she was, or rather had been forced to become by Pete, he found her desirable. He was living in a sea of desirable women when he considered Maria and Marisa, Sharon, and even Maria and Marisa's mother. Dave knew he would have to find some sexual release soon. Rosie Palm and her five sisters just wasn't doing it for him.

Emma carefully set the chips and salsa on the table beside Dave's chair then, like she did many times lately, she plopped down into his lap. She gave him a quick kiss, wiggled her ass slightly to become more comfortable, and smiled down at him once more. 

"Marisa sent me down with a little snack for you Dave. She didn't want you to become too hungry before you made it to the house for supper. You look tired. Are you doing ok? Can I do anything for you, Honey?"

Dave smiled and unsuccessfully tried to change his position slightly to give his rapidly stiffening cock some relief. It was beginning to hurt from constriction as it lengthened. Finally, using the chips as an excuse he pushed forward and quickly rearranged himself while getting a chip and dip of salsa. This jostled Emma around somewhat and she squealed before jumping off his lap.

Dave looked at her appreciatively once more while she stood and glared at him. She and the sisters had been dressing better, sexier the last several weeks since they had more money to spend after he reduced the rent to a fairer amount. He also noticed they smiled and laughed more and seemed friendlier. They all three spent a lot more time near him, teasing and laughing while they visited. It seemed whenever he was at the house or here in what had become his home they made an effort to spend time with him. Many times it was a one on one visit but other times two or even all three of them spent time with him at once.

Dave felt uneasy at times from the direction the conversations went. They were always flirting with him or touching him. Many times one or another of them would plop down in his lap as had Emma just now. He even got several gentle kisses from one or another of them. Usually the kiss was on his cheek but occasionally it was on his lips as had been this one. Dave's resistance to the three was weakening and it bothered him. He had learned in the service not to mess with his subordinates and the people he worked with. It always led to problems and he was determined not to let that happen here.

Emma smiled and turned to leave his room. Just before she left she said, "We'll see you soon Dave. The girls said to tell you they have something special for you this evening."

Dave finished another beer and the chips then staggered into the back room and the little shower he had rigged up. After his shower and the three beers he drank he was almost too tired, too relaxed, to go back to the house and meet his friends and the girls. If he hadn't been famished he still he might not have gone.

When Dave entered the Cantina there was a loud roar as many of the men who frequented the place welcomed him. He moved into the room and found a seat at a table in the midst of his many new friends. Dave had three more beers before Maria came and got him. She led him into the dining room and seated him at what had become his normal table. Marisa came from the kitchen carrying a plate of food for him while Maria poured him a glass of wine.

Dave stared at the two girls. Their slender bodies seemed to glow, their eyes sparkled. He was surprised at their dress. They were both in short skirts ending several inches above their knees. They had on crop tops as had Emma. Like Emma, he could tell from the motion of their breasts that they did not wear bras. They each sat in a chair beside him while he looked at, and then tasted, his meal. After he told them how wonderful it tasted they each kissed the cheek nearest them and rose to return to their work.

The dining room was closed this late and they were cleaning the tables and floors, getting ready to quit for the evening. From his table he could see into the kitchen. From time to time he saw a flash of tit and a time or two a flash of what he swore was a bare ass as the women flitted around working. Occasionally one or the other of them would come to his table for a quick visit, ostensibly to see if he needed anything else. Emma even came into the room to check on him twice from her job in the Cantina.

When he finished, Dave sat in his chair and relaxed as he drank the remainder of the bottle of wine. He was definitely feeling all the alcohol he had consumed that evening. 

After Maria and Marisa finished cleaning the kitchen and dining room they came and sat at the table with him once more. They had not much more than sat down when Emma showed up. The three women looked at each other for a moment, and then Maria began talking. She said, "Dave, we all owe you more than we can ever repay. You have refused to let us repay you with our love but we have to do something to show you how much you mean to all of us. Almost everyone in the Cantina feels the way we do about you. You came home from the Army and could have continued treating us the way Pete did. We would have had to pay or give ourselves to you like he demanded because we had no way out. You didn't take advantage. You treated us fair. You even rescued us from Pete and his bullies.

"Dave, we all love you but you don't seem to want our love. We want to give ourselves to you and you don't want that. We all have decided you need, you deserve, more than you are getting from us and we have come up with a way to partly reward you for what you have done for us.

"Dave, you need to move out of the sales room. I know you are planning to begin harvesting your vegetables soon and selling them. We can't use all you have grown here in the Restaurant and you know it. We have already agreed to purchase what we can from you, but you need the sales room to sell your excess. You will need it even more this fall when you have pecans to sell. I have hired another girl to help here in the Cantina and Restaurant. From now on every day one of us will help you with the vegetables. We will operate the sales room while you and Jose work in the fields. This is how we will repay part of what we owe you. This is not open to discussion."

Dave sat silently for a moment. He had been planning to just sell his vegetables from the front of the building and let his customers see his bed and chair in the back of the room. He told the three women so. Marisa's eyes flashed and she slapped the table with her palm. She said, "NO! You will not do theees. It is unprofessional and tacky. We will clean and paint the sales room. We will get all the coolers operating and we will do this correctly."

The four talked for several more minutes about the plans the women had made for Dave. It soon became obvious he was much too tired and much too drunk to continue. Besides, it was now ten p.m. and he was almost asleep on his feet. Emma looked at the other two women and said, "I think we've talked long enough tonight. He is totally out of it. Come on. Let's get him back to his bed. I think he understands the basics of the plan anyway."

The three women stood and helped Dave from his chair, out the door, and back to his room. They laughed and giggled as they walked. Supposedly they were helping him stand but their little hands were all over him doing so. Much of the way back his hands rested on one or another beautiful hip as a woman walked on each side of him steadying him. A beautiful, soft breast rubbed on each of his shoulders. By the time they got to his room, Dave's cock was hard as steel. The women giggled again as they worked undressing him in spite of his protests. They each looked at his hard cock and licked their lips. They all managed to cop a feel as they rolled him gently into his bed and covered him.

Dave was half asleep before the women left his room. He listened to them whispering and giggling from the time they left his bedside until they got too far away to hear; or maybe he just drifted off to sleep.

The next morning Dave woke to loud voices, scraping, and thumping. He had been sleeping on his back when he was awakened. He rose up on his elbows and looked toward the noise. He could see bright sunshine playing across the parking lot in front of the building before he turned his head toward the sounds that had awakened him. Maria was standing in front of him wearing an even more revealing outfit than she had on the night before. She was loudly giving orders to three men who were moving everything out of the sales room.

Maria turned to Dave and smiled then trotted over to him. She plopped down onto the bed and gave him a kiss. He felt her breasts rub across his chest before she sat up and looked down at him. "You're usually up well before this sweetheart. Were we too rough on you last night? Now hurry and get up. We're going to clean this room today and paint it. You have work to do in the fields."

Maria jumped up and stood watching Dave. He groaned and sat on the side of the bed. He leaned his forearms on his knees and hung his head. His head was throbbing and his throat was powder dry. All at once he jerked his head up and said, "Shit!" He grabbed the sheet that had slid off him and pulled it over his naked crotch. He felt the blush break over his face and heard Maria's giggle.

Maria walked away and said over her shoulder, "Now get dressed and come on up to the restaurant for your breakfast before it gets cold."

Dave walked out into the other part of the building where he took first a hot, then cold shower before dressing. He walked slowly and painfully across the parking lot to get his breakfast. He lingered over his coffee until Emma bullied him into leaving for the field. Dave worked slowly, suffering from his hangover, until he saw Emma coming across the field carrying a basket he knew contained his lunch. He had already sent Jose to the restaurant to eat, but he had intended to work straight through his own lunch period.

Emma walked up to him, took his hand, and continued toward the small stream and clearing where he had first pitched his tent so many weeks ago. They sat and talked while they ate their lunch together. Emma was not sitting in a lady like manner. She still wore a short skirt and crop top with no bra. To his embarrassment Dave also discovered she was not wearing panties, either. Several times during the meal Emma moved in such a way or sat in such a way that Dave saw her pretty little pussy. Dave felt his cock rising and becoming painful because of the constriction in his pants.

When Emma saw where he was looking she smiled brightly and winked at him. 'Dammit,' Dave thought. 'What the hell has gotten into those three women. They didn't dress and act like this before.' He thought more and got a puzzled look on his face. He remembered the last few weeks as their dress became more and more risqué that many days he would see them in several different outfits. When he would go into the house at a different time than normal they were wearing the same type clothing they wore before all this started. It was only when he came into the business at his normal breakfast, lunch and evening times that they were dressed as Emma was now and Maria had been this morning. Also, while they were dressed so revealingly they never waited on or interacted with others unless it was an emergency as far as he could remember.




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Dave had an epiphany. He smiled to himself and thought 'Those little manipulative twats. They've been playing me for the last three weeks. I'm going to teach them to play with fire.'

After they finished their meal Emma began putting the containers back into the basket she had used to carry them to the field. When she finished she turned to Dave with a smile. Emma squealed when Dave launched himself at her. He grabbed her and wrapped his arms around her before letting them fall onto the blanket they had been sitting on. Emma felt a surge of fear when her mind dredged up memories of Pete and how he had taken her so violently several times. She began hyperventilating and began pushing against Dave when he lay over her. She felt his hand on the outside of her hip and saw his head descending toward her face.

Her heart was beating a mile a minute and she was panting in remembered fear. Dave moved his knee between her legs and she felt his hand sliding across her thigh toward her pussy. Emma began crying and pushed against Dave once more. She shouted, "NO, Pete. Don't." Emma began hitting Dave on his shoulder as her tears became more pronounced.

When Dave heard her he felt his stomach lurch. He immediately stopped and sat up. 'Shit, he thought. How damn stupid can I be? FUCK.' Dave pulled Emma into his lap and held her while she cried. By the time she was completely wrapped in his arms Emma had recognized Dave once more. Her whole body shook with her sobs. She almost melted into his embrace and wrapped her arms around him.

Slowly, Emma's sobs lessened and her breathing evened out becoming soft and gentle once again. She raised her head and gave Dave a gentle kiss. She pulled her head back slightly and whispered, "I'm sorry, Dave. I'm so sorry!"

Emma rested her head on his chest and tucked it under his chin. She sighed. Dave gave her a gentle kiss on the top of her head and said, "No Emma. I'm sorry. I never thought about what you have gone through. I didn't consider that what I did might scare you. I finally figured out what you three have been doing the last three weeks and I thought I would give you a little of it back. I was just going to mess with you a little and I took it too far. I'm the one who's sorry."

Emma looked up at Dave once more and lifted her face to kiss him again. She gave him a gentle kiss, pulled her head back for a moment then moved back to kiss again. Dave felt her tongue on his lips. Without thinking he opened his lips and felt her tongue move into his mouth. Emma kissed him deeply. A little moan escaped her. She writhed against Dave. While she was kissing him she grabbed his hand and pulled it into her crotch.

Dave felt her legs part and then he felt heat. Soggy, wet, soft heat as his fingers rubbed across her swollen, shaved, soft, pussy lips. Emma moaned again, louder than the first time. Dave pulled her to him tighter with his other arm and felt her wiggling, twisting to press her breasts against his chest.

Dave didn't know how long they held each other and kissed. His attention was wrenched from Emma when he heard a giggle and Maria say, "You go, girl. I might have known it would be you that got him first."

Dave jerked his head back and tried to stand. He pulled his wet hand from Emma's soaked crotch to see Maria standing grinning at them. When he looked up he saw she was also in a short skirt and had no bra or panties on. He could see up her skirt and crop top very well indeed. Her nipples were hard little bullets. She was standing with her legs spread widely enough he could see her glistening pussy. It, too, was shaved bare and looked delicious.

"What do you want," Dave stammered.

Maria grinned and said, "The same thing she's getting, I believe."

"No. Why did you come down here? What do you need?"

"Well, I came to ask a couple of questions about the sales floor, but like I said, I WANT what she's getting." Maria plopped down onto the blanket beside Dave and Emma. She leaned to him and gave him a kiss that quickly became quite steamy before moving back and looking at his face. Her eyes were glistening, her face was pouty. Dave could read the desire, the sexual need in her face just as he could in Emma's. He wondered what the hell he had been thinking and what the hell he was going to do now.

The next week flew past. The early vegetables were ready to pick. Dave leaned back in his chair one evening and told all three women he and Jose were going to have to begin harvest within a day or two. Maria smiled and said, "Great. We have the store ready to receive them. I will cut back on my orders from the distribution company for the items you grow that I will use. Maria will place the advertisements tomorrow. You will see. This will be a great money maker.

Pete was still sleeping in the processing part of the building. He had never gotten around to finding another place to live after he was moved out of the storefront. It was clear he would have to find someplace for the winter. It was too warm many nights during the summer because there was no heating and air out there. It would freeze during the winter. Maria had not allowed him into the store since the first day. She said that was her responsibility, now, and he could see it when she had it completed and ready for use.

The next morning Maria, Marisa, and Emma woke Dave. They were all dressed in their now common costume—short skirt, crop top and no underwear. Dave felt his cock leap to steel bar hardness in a wink of an eye. They pulled him from his bed and this time did not even try to play with his naked cock. Marisa tossed his shorts to him and ordered him to put them on and come into the store to see what they had done.

Dave stopped just inside the doorway from the processing area. The sales area was beautiful. It was now bright and cheerful with new paint, neat shelves lettered not only with the item name but a price for that item. The coolers glistened and shone brightly. They had been cleaned and the stainless steel had been polished. New light bulbs had been installed.

To Dave's surprise there were even items in the coolers labeled for sale. The girls had made up several jars of their home made fresh salsa to sell. Some of the vegetables he had picked in the last couple of days were on display. The cooler contained several varieties of drinks for sale. A lot of them were drinks with Mexican labels to appeal to those who were already frequenting the restaurant. Some of the tables on the sales floor had produce on them ready for sale. One of the tables had a few of the jars of honey he had collected from the bee colonies in the house set out to sell. 

There was a counter set up beside the exit door with the cash register on it. There was even a small area set up with a few tables and chairs so people could purchase drinks and taste samples of the items for sale.

Dave looked at the three women. They were standing looking at him with worry on their faces. He smiled and without thinking he held his arms out to them. "Ladies, this is perfect. You have done an excellent job with the store. Thank you."

The women smiled and jumped into his arms for a group hug. After the congratulatory hug Maria stepped back and said, "We need you to go to town and purchase some items we want to stock in the store for resale. We have made a list of these things we believe we should stock. Most of the items are things I can use at the Cantina and restaurant if they don't sell here, but I am sure there won't be a problem. Since this is a pecan and vegetable store I think we should stock items that compliment them. If you want to try something else we should add it to the list.

Early the next morning Dave drove to town and hit Sam's Club for the items on his list. When he returned to the store he found Maria manning the sales room. She told him to get out into the field and work while she unloaded his truck and stocked the shelves.

Dave found the women took turns working in his store, one day each all seven days of the week. The other two operated the business in the old house. Dave and the women became closer. He found they began to touch more. When one of them walked past the other they would touch, perhaps kiss gently. They all dressed sexily on their day in the store and any time they were with him exclusively. He found himself looking forward to his time with them all. For some reason he never acted on his earlier thoughts of going to Valdosta and finding a woman to relieve his sexual frustration.

After they had been harvesting for almost two weeks the three women and Dave were sitting outside after the store and restaurant were closed for the night. The women were taking a break while the hired help operated the cantina. Dave took that opportunity to say, "I am going to let Jose work alone tomorrow. I need to begin looking for a place to stay this winter since you have kicked me out of my room to use it for the store. I can't keep sleeping in the processing shed because we'll need to use more and more of it as we harvest more produce pecans. Besides, there's no heat in the back and it will be too damn cold this winter for me to sleep out there."

Maria smiled and said, "We have been thinking about that Dave. We know some men who need work. They are good carpenters. Have you thought about building a house? They would work cheaply and I know they do good work. They are the ones who converted the downstairs for us."

"That would be nice Maria, but I cannot afford to spend much on a house. That is why I either have to build something in the processing building or rent a place."

"Let me have them talk to you. I do not think it would cost much to make you a small cabin. We will see before you try to rent a place. Please?"

The next day Jorge, Raul, and Miguel sat at Dave's table in the Cantina after they got off work. Jorge looked at him and said, "Senor Dave, Maria say you wanna build a home here onna place. She say you need good workers for cheap price. We only have enough work now to keep us busy part time. If you hire us and let us work only when we do not have other jobs we make you a good deal."

"I do need a place to live. I have been sleeping in the processing shed as I'm sure you know, but I can't do that much longer because we are using it and because it has no heat for the winter. I don't have much money to build a place though. I probably will have to rent a house or an apartment. I don't want to put someone out of one of the apartments in the house and I really don't want to live there with the business downstairs anyway."

"How big house you want Senor? We can make a small one with lots of used parts if you want. Not fancy, but good. We can do this for about $27.00 a square foot if we use recycled parts as much as we can."

Dave grabbed his beer and leaned back in his chair. He thought for a moment then grinned and said, "I would not let you contract the job. If you will promise me to work hard and take a fair hourly wage I think I could afford a place no larger than 1000 square feet. I would want to do much of the work myself if I can find the time. Would that be ok for you?"

"Si. That is how we work anyway Senor Dave. We are working men, work by hour not bid job and make killing off you. I am paid $10.00 an hour. Miguel and Raul get $8.50. I get more because I am boss. This is ok with you?"

"Yeah, that's ok with me. When do we start?"

A few days later Jorge once again came to Dave's table after work. He smiled and held his hat in his hand before saying, "Senor Dave, I have been working on idea for your Casa. Can we talk?"

Dave pushed a chair out for Jorge and asked Emma to bring them each a beer. After the beer was delivered, Jorge smiled and said, "I have an idea to make large house very cheaply. We are hired to clean up an old farm for developer who is going to make many large houses. We take low wages to do this and get to keep all materials we take off place. They have three large intermodal shipping containers that have been used to store animal feed inside. There is also an old house we are to tear down. It has much good wood and some windows in it. There are also old plumbing fixtures and kitchen cabinets. You wanna go see tomorrow. We maybe use some of these things in your house? Can sell to you cheap and will help us all. We not charge you to tear down because owner pay for that. We charge one third cost of new item for the used ones. This will save you money too." 

Dave went to the farm just outside of Valdosta the next day. He was amazed at what he found. The oceangoing shipping containers were made out of strong steel and were hardly even rusty. At some time they had been sandblasted and repainted bright red to blend into the color scheme of the old barn on the place.

When he entered the house he found almost new kitchen cabinets with granite counter tops. The windows had been replaced at some time and were high quality double pane PVC windows. The bathroom fixtures were in good repair as well.

After he had looked through the house Dave and Jorge sat under a tree and discussed the salvage operation. Jorge suggested using the shipping containers for three sides of the house. They were all 40 feet long and he suggested putting them together in a U arrangement. This would enclose another area that could be used for additional living space. They would cut holes in the steel sides and put windows in the containers. Doors would be cut on the inner sides to open them to the rest of the house. This would result in a house sixty by forty feet for a total size of 2400 square feet. They would only charge $1200 per container. They would set them on a concrete pad and bolt them down and bolt them together to form a rigid wall. 

Dave decided to build his house in the clearing he had camped in. This was about 450 feet from the old house and behind the processing sheds to block noise. The small stream ran about 50 feet from the side of the proposed house. There were several large trees under which he would build.

The rest of the summer and well into the fall the four men and what Dave had began to call his harem worked on the house in their spare time. The open end of the U was facing the stream to the south. They built a large covered porch on three sides. The back container was opened up to be a kitchen and dining area. One of the other containers became two bedrooms. The other container was made into a utility room, bathroom and an office for Dave. The center section was a large airy light living room with floor to ceiling windows. The steel containers were insulated with 4" Styrofoam and wallboard over that. The exterior of the containers were left painted red. By using used materials Dave ended up with a huge house for about $29000.00. A little over half of the cost was concrete and a high quality heating and air unit.

As soon as the house was lockable Dave began living in it. Even uncompleted it was a better place to live than was the processing shed. By now, he was doing almost all the work himself so was able to work a little while then just walk a few feet and go to bed. As soon as he moved into the half completed house his "harem" began spending more and more time with him helping complete it. As soon as their work at the business ended they would all change into their sexy clothes and descend on Dave's house for two or three hours of work.

The first time it happened Dave was shocked. He was alone working when the three women trooped into the building. They began working as if it was the most normal thing in the world. Dave was so shocked he just stood watching for a short time then he asked what they thought they were doing.

Marisa looked at him, smirked, and then said, "We came to help you, Dave. We're your women and we intend to do our duty to you. We've told you for months now that we are yours; that anything you want or need from us is yours for the asking. This is what a man's woman does. She helps her man and makes herself available to him. That is what we are doing my love."

"But, uh, you all work hard all day. You and Marisa work fifteen or more hours a day. You must be exhausted by this time of night. I can't ask you to help here after you work that long during the day."

Marisa looked at the other two women and grinned. She said, "So what? You work as long as we do and much of the time it's harder as well. If you can then come to your house and work after supper, we can too." 

All three of the ladies turned and walked toward Dave. When they got to him, Marisa pressed her body against his, wrapped her arms around him, and gave him a deep sensuous kiss. As the kiss progressed she moaned and began pressing harder against Dave. When her knees began to weaken she sighed and stepped back from him. As soon as she moved back, Maria took her place. After another deep kiss Maria stepped back and Emma took her place.

After Emma finished kissing him Dave's legs were shaking and he had to rearrange his cock. Emma giggled, patted his cock and returned to her self assigned work. The other two women also turned back to their chosen job of the evening while Dave stood watching them. Finally with a shake of his head Dave returned to what he was doing when they walked in. He didn't get much work done that evening and neither did the women. Several times one or another of the women would walk up to Dave and pull him into an embrace. After a few moments of hugging and kissing they would return to their work once more. After about 45 minutes of this Dave began reaching out and caressing every woman when he got close enough to them. Needless to say work slowed down drastically.

The next three nights the women showed up to work were just the same as before. The only difference in the nights was that Dave began not only looking forward to their arrival, but he was the instigator of many of the kisses and caresses. During the day Dave found himself thinking about each of the women. He admitted to himself that he really liked all of them. They had hard lives and worked hard, but they were all exceptional women. He was afraid he was falling in love with them and that frightened him for several reasons.

One reason his feelings of love frightened him was because he couldn't settle on just one of the women in his mind. When he thought of loving one of the three the others were there, too. He could no more think of his life with just one of them than he could think of his life without all of them. This bothered him because he was raised to believe one man, one woman in a relationship was the proper way of life. 

On the fourth night things changed once more. It was Maria's day to work in the store. She showed up at Dave's new place after she closed the store. She had gone to the restaurant first and brought them each their supper. She served Dave and had the meal with him. They had a good, almost intimate talk while they ate. After the meal Maria cleaned up the table and walked up in front of Dave. She just stood looking into his eyes. Dave didn't even think about his actions. He reached out and put his hands on her hips and pulled her to him for a kiss. They stood for several minutes kissing and caressing each other. Finally Maria giggled and pushed Dave away slightly. She said, "Dave, Honey, if you want to get any work done tonight we need to begin. If you keep on kissing me like that we won't do any work this evening."

Dave stepped back and looked at Maria. Her face was soft looking, her eyes misty. Her expression screamed out adoration and lust. Her nipples were tenting her thin crop top. She was flushed and breathing hard. Dave leaned forward and gave her a gentle kiss. He adjusted his cock in his pants and she giggled.

Dave took a deep breath and let it out. He said, "We need to work but that's NOT what I want to do Maria." Maria smiled and her eyes sparkled. Her heart was still beating rapidly. She would have done anything Dave asked of her as she had told him many times. When he moved to begin working she felt a loss. Her heart was singing however because he gave her more love this evening than ever before. She was hopeful he would soon see they were meant to be together.